An intolerable gangster ends up a gardener digging in a park among rare tulips after having been chased all around the garden by other tougher gardeners and Nazis in this very implausible propaganda comedy during the war, trying to bribe a momentary mother to avoid getting enlisted for war service, but that mother is basically only interested in drinking. When Alan Ladd buys her a bottle of gin for mother's day she is enraptured by euphoria and calls it the nicest present a son ever gave to his mother. So there are moments of great fun here, which makes it worth watching, but the temporary mother steals the show completely, and you miss her when she is gone.
Review of Lucky Jordan
